OUT THE MUD (Freestyle) Lyrics

Dmac on the fucking track

I just wanna ball and ball on God

I just wanna

Mm mm mmm yeah

I just wanna ball and ball on God

All my niggas out here doing fraud

Set the mic im pressing on record

I be going hard on gang on God

Telling all my homies to put me on

Niggs don't even mind won't pick my call

Niggs don't even mind won't pick my call

Niggs don't even mind won't pick my call

That's how shit changed

Buy my own tuts I'm grinding in my own lane

Grinding hard till I cash out go get new a chain

Couple new chains for all them times that I felt pain

Only thing I know is grinding that's on every day

Pour libations for the ones I lost that's on everything

So much money coming prayed to God that I don't lose myself

'Fending myself from the poverty I can't lose my belt

Came a long way I'm from the Mud I got stories to tell

Pull up in a Rover or Mercedes living like a boss

Trigger finger itchy everyday try me we gon buss

Shout out to the homie Sly Force I swear you dey force

RK in a Range check the score he on fuckn top

This ain't no competition we just winning be fighting our past

Put a couple diamonds on my neck feeling overboard

Parked a beast outside imma hop in you gon hear it roar

Imma get on top that's on God imma get on top

Imma get on fucking top

Aye